Date: Mon, 14 Jun 2010 21:12:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eazy Ryder

This story has nothing at all to do with the recent passing of Dennis
Hopper. I actually dreamed about the opening scenes and they were so strong
and "real" when I woke up that I had to write them down. This story is a
result of that dream. There is more to come, of course. The usual
platitudes apply: I don't know anyone... any resemblance to real people is
... This didn't happen to me. If you're too young... if it's illegal where
you live... you know the drill. All others...N-joi.

Hugs,
Tag_m

It was weird sucking on a boy's cock when it was soft, so different from
when it was hard. The thing just flopped around in Ryder's mouth like
a... well he didn't know what exactly it flopped around like but he knew it
felt weird. With his face pushed against the smooth hairless pubic bone of
the 12-year-old boy, Ryder could push the thing all over the place using
his tongue as the propellant. It was weird.

"Maybe put your finger in my butt," the boy told him in the still the high
melodic tones of a pre-pubescent. For emphasis, Wayne reached down under
his legs and pulled his butt cheeks apart so that Ryder had clear access to
it. Ryder raised his head away from Wayne's cock, looked at the "dead"
thing for a second then put the middle finger of his right hand into his
mouth and got it as wet as he could. He looked down, saw the exposed hole
and admired it for a moment then put his finger up against the puckered
flesh and worked it through the tight little muscle. Using just spit made
it difficult but Wayne didn't seem to mind.

Once he got the digit started, Ryder put his mouth back over the boy's
still fully softened dick and went back to mauling it with his tongue in
hopes that the warmth and the action would propel some life into it. Ryder
loved sucking cock, had loved sucking cock since he could remember which
was back to when he was 9 years old.

It has started when Bear, a large heavily bearded man that rode with the
motorcycle group, actually a gang if you want the truth, that Ryder's uncle
rode with and had given the boy his first ever blow job. Bear was one of
Ryder's favorite people, often babysat the boy, and had been watching after
Ryder one night when his mother and his uncle Jimmy-aka Slim Jim-had been
out taking care of some business or another for the chapter. Ryder had just
gotten out of the bath and had run, naked and partially wet, into the
living room and jumped on Bear's lap. Being naked in front of Bear was not
unusual at all for the boy.

"I'm cold Bear, hold me and warm me up," Ryder told the man. Bear wrapped
his big arms around the small boy and held him and of course Ryder snuggled
in as close as he could. One of Bear's hands was underneath the boy's butt
and when Ryder turned over, the hand sort of just rested on Ryder's little
cock and balls. Ryder stopped moving immediately and Bear held just as
still.

"Your hand is warm on my dick Bear." The young lad knew all the slang
terms, along with most swear words as well. "It feels good." For his part
the man left his hand there but his fingers began to move ever so gently
which of course caused the gallant reflex in the boy. "I'm getting a
boner," Ryder said quietly, as if the Bear didn't know it.

It didn't take long before Ryder's little cocklet was at full stand with
Bear's fingers wrapped around it. Ryder instinctively began moving his
little hips, effectively jacking himself off using the man's fingers.
Ryder's head rested back against Bear's shoulder, his eyes closed and mouth
hanging slightly open as new sexual feelings ripped through his compact
little body. After a good 2 minutes Ryder finally stirred.

"It feels like you're getting a boner, are you getting a boner Bear, can I
see it." Bear looked down into Ryder's hazel colored eyes, eyes that
generally were quite huge but now were half closed in lust.

"You know if your uncle finds out about this he'll kill me." The Bear
wasn't speaking euphemistically. If Slim Jim even suspected that Bear had
touched Ryder, he would literally kill the big man.

"I won't tell, honest Bear, I won't." Living with members of an outlaw
motorcycle club, Ryder knew how to keep secrets. When Bear didn't answer
right away Ryder said, "Pleeeeze." Bear nodded his head and Ryder rolled
off of his lap. The boy knelt next to Bear while the man unbuckled his Sam
Browne belt then undid his jeans and slid them down to his knees then
pulled his raggedy shirt up out of the way. Ryder all but stared at the
long thick tube of flesh that was rising up out of a tangled mass of black
hair.

"My gosh Bear its huge," Ryder exclaimed. It wasn't really, less than 7
inches, but to the young boy it seemed pretty big. Without asking Ryder
reached out and grasped onto the rigid cock then squeezed up and down its
length. "It's so hard Bear," the little boy said, awe evident in his high
pitched voice, "and your balls too."

 Ryder took his hand from Bear's dick and moved it down to hold the man's
balls in his little hand and heft them a bit. Bear sighed contentedly. The
Bear loved boys, a fact that was not know or even suspected by the rest of
his outlaw motorcycle group, and not likely to be known or suspected if The
Bear had anything to do with it. The big man kept a tight rein on his
preference. He'd played with some boys, young ones like Ryder as well as
younger teenagers, but they were few and far between. He'd covered it well,
partaking in plenty of drunken gang gangs when he needed to reinforce his
image of the macho man, but had never taken an "old lady." Having a steady
female around wasn't to the Bear's liking at all. There were other guys in
the club who didn't have an old lady either so his cover wasn't blown.

"Do you want to try something else," the man asked Ryder, who of course
nodded his head rapidly as his other hand fondled his hard little boner as
well as his marble sized balls. Bear told him to stand in front of him,
which Ryder did, straddling Bear's lap. He put his large hands on the
little boy's hips and guided him forward and Ryder watched, mesmerized, as
the Bear opened his mouth and took his cock into his mouth and closed it.

The feelings were incredible to the boy and he sighed audibly at the warmth
that radiated outward from his groin. Bear's lips and tongue went to work,
sucking on Ryder's hard cock and licking at the head at the same time. His
hand moved onto Ryder's little butt cheeks and began squeezing gently and
pulling them open. For Ryder, Mother Nature took over and he began moving
to and fro and fucking his cock into the big man's mouth. Bear encouraged
the boy but after a half minute one hand left the boy's ass went to his own
crotch and he began jacking off.

It had been at least a year since the Bear had been with a boy, a 13 year
old who thought that Bear was about the coolest guy on the planet and would
do anything for big biker. Anything included mutual cock sucking as well as
fucking. As Bear suckled Ryder's cock his memories went back to the first
time that Nathan squirted his young sperm into Bear's mouth, the big biker
savoring the taste of the young teen's juice. Back in the present, Bear
wrapped his free arm around john's waist and pulled the 8 year old's body
tight to his face and grunted as cummed, sperm shooting up into the mat of
hair that ran from his neck to groin. When his powerful orgasm subsided he
motioned for Ryder to move away from him.

"Why did you stop Bear that felt really really good?" Then Ryder noticed
the splashed of white stuff that rested all over the hair on Bear's body.
"What's that stuff Bear," he asked. The big man was not sure how to answer
that. You could ask him anything about motorcycles, about engines or other
such stuff but he wasn't sure exactly what to say to the young boy as he
stared at Bear's cum.

"That's jizz, cum, stuff that comes out of your balls when you get older."
Of course Ryder had a ton of other questions that Bear put off by asking
the boy to go get him a washcloth. Every man knows what it's like trying to
get cum out of pubic hair or belly hair so one can only imagine the
difficulty that Bear had since he had a lot of hair and he made a lot of
cum. In reality only a shower could do the job justice and while that was
an option he chose not to take it, at least not right then.

Back in the present, Ryder continued to suck on Wayne's cock, which had
hardened up quite nicely. He took time to suck on the sac of balls as well,
as his finger slid in and out of the 12 year old's tight little asshole.
The boy's balls were as hairless as the rest of him but puberty had started
and his balls had dropped as well as gotten bigger. Truth be told, the boy
was right on the cusp of what Ryder considered to be the perfect boy; a
young teen with a small patch of hair and hanging balls that made
sperm. Ryder loved seeing a young boy squirt, loved watching a young boy as
he experienced an orgasm. He loved just looking at young teenage boys with
or without clothes on, although naked was always best.

"Oh man I'm gonna cum Ryder, I'm gonna cum," the boy called out. Wayne's
hands held onto Ryder's head as he moved his hips up and down on the bed
and all of a sudden the boy started moaning and shaking. Ryder continued to
suckle the cock in his mouth until the boy began giggling and pushing him
away.

"Still no sperm Wayne," Ryder told the boy who had sat back up and holding
his cock in his fingers looked all over for the tell tale signs that he'd
become a man... so to speak.

"Maybe if you keep sucking me it'll start the sperm," the adorably cute
young thing posited. Ryder nodded his head in agreement although he doubted
Wayne's theory held any water and certainly it held no sperm. "Are you
gonna cum now?" he asked.

"Are you gonna help," Ryder responded and Wayne nodded his head
vigorously. The preteen loved watching the 15 year old cum, almost as much
as he loved sucking his big fat cock. Ryder rolled onto his back and held
it upright for the younger boy who went for the thick brown tube like a
starving dog after a steak. Ryder's eyes closed and he inhaled sharply as
Wayne's mouth closed over his ultra sensitive cock head, the boy's tongue
exploring for a moment before he started sucking and stroking Ryder's
cock. The hot looking 15 year old took his hand away and began playing his
balls, gently tugging and squeezing on the heavy sac.

As Wayne worked on his cock Ryder wondered when the boy was going to let
Ryder fuck him. They had talked about it but the fact was that Wayne was a
little scared. The older boy sported a little over 8¼ thick inches of
uncircumcised cock and the idea of it being shoved up his tight virgin ass
was taking some time for the 12 year old to get used to. No matter though
because the kid could suck cock and it seemed like he loved doing it almost
as much as Ryder did.

Wayne pushed Ryder's foreskin up over his swollen cock head and sucked on
it like a titty nipple, working his tongue all around the small hole. The
younger boy had never even seen a foreskin before he saw Ryder's and
thought that it was about the neatest thing he'd ever seen and playing with
it was, well, tons of fun. Wayne started jacking Ryder off much faster and
taking his cock in his mouth a little deeper. For his part Ryder kept
working on his heavy balls while his other hand went north and began
rubbing and pinching one of his nipples.

"Not long now Wayne," Ryder said and started clenching and relaxing those
muscles down there. That always worked when he was jacking off and in a
hurry and it didn't fail him then. "Drink it or move," Ryder blurted out
and Wayne chose the latter. He had tried to swallow Ryder's sperm before
and the stuff ended up spilling out of his mouth and running down his
chin. It wasn't that bad, and Ryder had said it looked really cool and sexy
but Wayne wasn't in the mood for it right then. He pulled the thick cock
from his mouth and jacked it for all he was worth and a second later Ryder
groaned, the cock thickened in Wayne's hand and then a stream cum blasted
out the tip and landed on the hand that Ryder was rubbing his nipple with,
draping across the back of the hand and down onto Ryder's chest. A second
squirt landed just about where the first one left off, a third squirt
landed almost alongside the second one. The fourth came out and plopped
smack dab in Ryder's belly button, or on it since his was an outtie, and
the rest seeped out of Ryder's cock like melting ice cream and dripped down
onto his belly, some of it in his fuzz.

"Oh man you did it again Ryder," Wayne exclaimed, clearly as impressed with
Ryder's sperming as Ryder was, or at least almost so.

"Yeah, can you get me something to clean this shit off?" As Wayne headed
out of the room Ryder watched the boys' delicious little ass until he went
through the bedroom doorway and was still watching when he returned a
moment later with a hand towel. Fuck he's a cute, the teenager thought to
himself as his eyes scanned the preteen's compact body. Wayne did the
honors, wiping Ryder's jizz up then gently cleaning the head of his dick,
pushing the foreskin up and squeezing the last residue of sperm out and
cleaning it up.

As soon as it was done Ryder practically jumped up off the bed. "I really
gotta get going Wayne; I was supposed to be at the shop 10 minutes ago. The
boy pulled on a pair of oil stained 501's, without underwear, t-shirt,
socks and boots and headed for the front door where he grabbed is leather
jacket. He kissed Wayne solidly on the younger boys' lips and promised to
call him later.

Outside on driveway Ryder walked purposely over to his bike and hit the
start button, grateful for his uncle's ingenuity with anything
mechanical. The 1965 XLCH Sportster originally didn't have an electric
starter. Those had just come out on the Road King the year before and Slim
Jim worked one over for Ryder's bike. Kick starting that 883 cc Ironhead
could be difficult and tiring but now the bike quickly roared to life with
the touch of a button, the initial sound rattling the windows on Wayne's
mother's house, and the house next door. It sat there idling and shaking as
only a Harley can while he picked his black brain bucket off the seat and
strapped it on. Wayne hadn't gotten dressed so stood with the front door
barely cracked open in order to watch his young hero mount up and
leave. Ryder pulled a pair of shades out of a zippered pocket in his jacket
and mounted his steed and kicked the kickstand up... He waved one more
time, tapped the gearshift down into first and coasted out onto the
street. Once the bike was headed straight he goosed the throttle and the
straight pipes roared as the boy tore off down the otherwise quiet
residential Avenue, a smile on his smooth young face.

Technically and legally Ryder shouldn't have been driving any kind of
motorized vehicle. He didn't have a permit, let alone a driver's license,
at least one that was real. The one he did carry had his picture along with
most of the correct information but it was a fake, and a high quality one
at that.

Ryder had been around motorcycles his entire life, had ridden a bicycle
before he was 5 and a chopped down Honda 50 by his 6th birthday. He could
tear down almost any motorcycle made and put it back together before he
sprouted his first pubic hair. Ryder had ridden his first big bike, a
sportster when he was 10 and by the time he was 12 he'd ridden 45's, 61's
and 74's, shovelheads and panheads mostly. Shortly after he turned 13 he'd
ridden Gin Jerry's 45 with a jockey suicide shifter.

Riding a bike with a suicide shift takes some skill. The shifter on Gin's
bike was located behind the riders left side, sticking up like a stick
shift in a car. The clutch is operated by the left foot while the rear
brake is operated by the right foot. Ryder managed it without a problem,
which further earned him the respect of everyone who knew him.

Ryder had gone on plenty of runs with the club, at first in sidecars or on
Trykes but as the boy got older he had ridden behind anyone who had a buddy
seat. The 883 Ryder was riding now had been custom built for him, as in,
the frame had been chopped to allow for his shorter legs. When Ryder turned
14 Slim Jim started talking to his sister about her son having his own bike
and Ryder's mother began laying down rules. From the time he'd been born
there was to be no drug use around the boy, alcohol use around him was to
be limited, no drunken parties or fights and no argument from any club
member or Slim about any rules she set. Among the new ones were that he had
to be able to have both feet planted firmly on the ground when he was
sitting astride the bike. The bike would be a softtail, not a hardtail. No
suicide shift, no ape hangers, and the fork couldn't be raked more than 2
inches. The handlebars had to be long enough so that Ryder's arms were at
least slightly bent at the elbow.  The bike must be fully legal, registered
and insured, it must have a horn and anytime he was on public streets Ryder
would wear a brain bucket. Slim was ordered to provide a fake drivers
license and last but not least, other than the welding and the paint, Ryder
had to build the bike. And, he could not carry a rider until he was legally
licensed. The rules were non-negotiable and both Slim and Ryder knew it.

Ryder downshifted as he came to a stop light, alongside a county
sheriff. Ryder didn't look at the cop, he'd been trained almost from birth
to avoid and ignore the law unless it was necessary. Given his age, and the
fact that he looked it, the boy didn't want to invite closer inspection.

"Hey," the cop called out to him. Not wanting to ignore the cop and invite
trouble Ryder turned his head to the right. "Nice looking scooter," the
sheriff said, a congenial smile on his face. Ryder nodded his head in
thanks then returned his gaze to the front and when the light changed he
eased forward following the law to the letter. The sheriff rolled alongside
him for 2 blocks then turned off and Ryder kept right on going until he hit
the side street where the shop was located. He pulled up alongside the open
doorway to large workshop, dropped his kickstand and shut the bike
down. Ryder pulled his glasses and helmet off as he walked inside and
smiled at the sights and smells of the place that he considered home.

"Where the hell you been Pretty Boy," his uncle called out when he saw his
nephew. Pretty Boy had been his nick since he was small and one would be
hard pressed to find a more accurate term or moniker. By anyone's standards
the boy was beautiful. A father who was Guamanian and a mother who was
Scandinavian had combined to create a boy whose coloring was a light enough
brown to be mistaken for a good tan. Both parents were model material and
their only child was no different.

Ryder's eyes, large to a point of being huge, were a focal point and were
framed by lashes that most girls only dream of having. Thick brows simply
highlighted that feature. Their color was an honest hazel that sported
flecks of gold. His face was completely smooth with not a hint of hair, nor
were there any birthmarks, moles, or any similar kinds of
distractions. Ryder's teeth, perfectly straight and crystal white, shone
brightly when he smiled which was, thankfully, often. When not exposed by a
smile or grin they hid behind a set of full, sensuous lips that even some
of the rough and tumble bikers thought were the most kissable lips they'd
ever seen. One of them actually told his old lady that he wished her lips
looked as good. He'd said it in front of a group of them while Ryder was
present and more than one guy nodded his head in agreement causing the
preteen boy to blush furiously.

"Just trying to get some stuff done," the boy responded. Slim Jim nodded
his head then smiled.

"Your mirrors are in. Over on your bench," the man said, nodding in the
direction of Ryder's workbench. Ryder all but ran to his bench, pulled his
buck knife from the leather pouch on his belt and quickly opened the box
then carefully unwrapped each of the items that were in there.

Ryder had chosen Z bar handlebars when he built the Sportster but his were
ahead of their time style wise. Instead of going straight up and then
angling back they rose a mere 3 inches but were angled inward before
beginning a sharp angle out and back toward the rider, almost like a drag
bar. All of the bends in the bars were sharp angels that were pointed as
opposed to the rounded look of most Z bars as well as other handlebars. He
had designed mirrors that would carry the same type of design, almost like
a lightening bolt but with a wider center. Ryder smiled after unwrapping
the first one then held it up in front of him and looked into them, as if
they were on the bike, checking to see what his field of vision was going
to be like. It wasn't the best but it was imminently doable. He carried
them over to Slim Jim who looked them over and repeated his nephew's act of
holding them up in front of him and checking to his rear vision.

"Slick looking Ryder, you did good on the design. Vision's a little cramped
but it gives you what you need in order to see directly behind you and if
you angle them just so, the spiky ends give you a little more width to your
vision." He showed Ryder what he meant then handed them back to the
boy. "Go ahead and put them on the bike then I need you to get Eddie's
engine put back together. Ryder nodded his head and went to grab some
tools.

Slim Jim left the shop around 4 while Ryder stayed for another hour or so
finishing up the engine that he was working on. After locking up he spent a
moment walking around the bike again, pleased with what he saw. The blood
red pearlescent paint with deep purple pin striping made a perfect backdrop
for all the chrome. There had been some concern about the fat boy tank but
Grumpy, an amazing body man, had cut and channeled it about 2 inches so
that even Slim Jim had agreed that it looked perfect. Ryder turned the
ignition on and fired the bike up before strapping on his helmet and shades
and heading home to take a shower. He checked his new mirrors frequently,
made some minor adjustments and decided that he was quite happy with his
choice.

Ryder's mother was gone when he got home, not surprising because she taught
yoga almost every night of the week. Inside, he quickly stripped and headed
for the bathroom. He was meeting Jamie later and the thought of what the
night might bring made his groin stir. The two had only gone out a couple
of times but when they did, heads turned. Jamie had blond hair the color of
wet sand that was almost breast length. The golden tresses had a slight
curl to it so that it framed Jamie's narrow face perfectly. Jamie had eyes
that were a dove gray and like Ryder had full sensuous lips that begged to
be kissed, which Ryder had done only once. Between the eyes and lips was a
narrow, aquiline nose that was ever so slightly bobbed and sported a
handful of light colored freckles that extended across the nose and outward
toward high cheekbones. That Jamie was beautiful was beyond question and it
made Ryder's heart beat a little faster just thinking about it. If those
two could have thrown a child it would have been a world-class beauty but
of course that was impossible, it wasn't going to happen. Jamie was a 13 ½
year old boy that passed easily as a girl at first glance. With a very
little bit of makeup could have done drag.

They had met a few weeks before at a birthday party for a mutual friend and
while the girl that hosted the party knew that Ryder was bisexual leaning
toward gay, she was one of the few people in that circle of friends that
knew much of anything about the drop dead cute boy that rode a
Harley. There were a few openly gay teens at that party and while nowhere
close to acting or seeming gay, Ryder felt he could lower his guard a
little.

Ryder first spied Jamie sitting alone on a sofa and since it was a mixed
party he thought Jamie was a girl, an extremely cute, if not down right
beautiful, girl. The light lavender bell bottomed jeans and blousy loose
fitting shirt helped to add to the illusion. Ryder asked his friend, the
hostess, who it was, not being gender specific in the request.

"Come on," Rachel said, "I'll introduce you to him. Ryder was shocked that
it was a boy but fortunately Rachel had already turned away and hadn't seen
the expression on his face. When Jamie smiled and said hello, taking
Ryder's hand in a gentle grip, the older boy fell in love. Jamie's voice
wasn't quite high pitched like a preteen nor was it deep. Ryder loved the
sound of it and loved the smile that accompanied it. Rachel got called away
almost immediately which left the two boys standing there for an
uncomfortable 10 seconds and of course when Ryder started to say something
Jamie did too, which caused them to stop again. Life seems to enjoy those
kinds of stuck points because they both started to tell the other to go
ahead which stopped them again. Ryder decided to take the lead, remembering
back to when he was 11 and the same thing had happened with an older boy at
a 4th of July barbecue.

That barbecue experience had ended up being the first boy that Ryder
actually had a love affair with, a period of his short life that he looked
back on with fondness. Garret had been the first boy that Ryder had allowed
to fuck him. He had fucked other boys and he'd fucked Bear although the big
man's hairy asshole had been such a turnoff for Ryder that he could only do
it in a darkened room. Garret had been the first boy that he'd actually
French kissed, the first boy that he'd rimmed, although Bear had rimmed
Ryder frequently. All in all Garret had been a whole lot of firsts.

"I don't think I've seen you before Jamie." That statement led to the two
boys sitting together and talking to almost no one else for 3 hours. About
half way through that 3 hours Rachel came over and kidded them good
naturedly about not associating with anyone else and before she left she
said,

"You guys to make the cutest couple though," and walked away before either
boy could answer her. They looked back at each other with shocked
expressions on their faces. While they had discovered that they had a
variety of things in common, sexual preference hadn't come up. It wasn't
that each one of them hadn't hoped that the other might be gay or bi, they
both had, but neither was willing to take the chance to find out. Rachel's
statement changed all that. With a little bit of a frown Jamie asked,

"Do you think we make a cute couple?" Ryder shrugged his shoulders and said
he didn't know then stood up.

"Come on, let's find out," and reached a hand out for Jamie. Ryder led him
by the hand into the bathroom, closed the door, and faced him toward the
mirror. Heads almost together the two boys looked at their reflection. It
was a wonder that the mirror didn't fall off the wall due to being
overwhelmed by so much beauty at one time.

"Yeah, I think we do," Ryder said. Jamie said that he agreed in a voice
just as soft as Ryder's. They stood there quietly looking in the mirror
then a knock on the bathroom door brought the boys out of their
reverie. When they opened the door to walk out the girl that was standing
there raised an eyebrow at seeing two guys come out together. She didn't
say anything but had a sort of knowing smile on her face.

Later when the party was breaking up, Ryder said that he had to go and
asked Jamie to walk him to his bike. Jamie was quite surprised that bike
meant motorcycle and not bicycle. "I thought you said you were 15," Jamie
said.

"I am, I'm not legal," Ryder responded. "Umm if you give me your number
I'll call you tomorrow or something." Jamie said to wait that he'd go
inside and get a piece of paper but Ryder told him to never mind, just tell
him and he'd remember it. Jamie did, then the two just sort of stared at
each other for a moment. Jamie was sorely tempted to lean forward and give
Ryder a quick peck on the cheek or something but still wasn't quite sure
how that would be received and when a car pulled up to the curb it pretty
well shot that idea down. Ryder fired the bike up, Jamie flinched then
laughed at himself. Ryder told Jamie he would call about 7 the next night
then surprised the younger boy by winking at him, kicked the bike into
first and headed out. By the time he hit third gear a huge smile had spread
across his smooth face.



Back home, lying naked in his bed Ryder thought about the evening in
general and Jamie in particular. The kid was the most beautiful individual
that Ryder had ever seen. He strongly suspected that, like himself, Jamie
was gay or bi-sexual and the idea of being with him started Ryder's cock to
rise. He slipped a hand down under the sheet and helped the process
along. Ryder squeezed his cock as if feeling it for the first time. He
reveled in it's warmth and hard thickness and began to slowly stroke
it. His other hand snaked down to explore his balls, heavy and thanks to a
razor hairless, gently pulling on the them. It didn't take long for the boy
to get heated up so he slid out of bed and grabbed a tube sock from his
dirty laundry and slipped it on over his rigid cock.

Back at his bed Ryder pulled one of his pillows down to the middle of the
mattress then got on the bed, straddling it. He moved another pillow and
put his hands up next to it and began to slowly lower his narrow hips. In
his mind he was slowly entering a boy's tight virgin ass and when his body
finally resting against the mattress he wrapped his arms around the other
pillow, holding it tightly as if it were a boy's head. He slowly began to
move his hips, fucking his pillow, pretending he was deep inside a boy,
maybe Wayne, but not Jamie. In Ryder's mind Jamie was still pure and
innocent and not ready to be defiled, even in a dream.

As his heat level rose the boy began to moan and whisper as if talking to a
lover. "Oh yes, you feel so good, God I love fucking you, I love having my
big cock shoved in your ass." He turned his head and began kissing at his
pillow, envisioning that he was kissing a perfect set of lips, Jamie's
lips. "I've gotta cum, I've gotta let my sperm out, fuck I've gotta put my
sperm in your ass," he moaned, gulping deep breaths of air as he
spoke. Ryder moved his hips from side to side, went back to moving to and
fro, undulating, grinding his ultra sensitive hard young cock into the
pillow. He stopped for a moment and reached behind himself, feeling his
heavy sac as it rested on the edge of the pillow then raising one hip
slightly so that his balls hung slightly. Ryder loved his balls and
squeezed them, pulled on them a moment before relaxing again then trailing
his hand upward and forcing his fingers into his crack and rubbing one of
them across his puckered asshole.

"I want to fuck you so bad, I want my hard cock in your tight little ass, I
want it right now, right nooowww." The last word was drug out as Ryder
peaked, his sperm squirting out into the sock. He ground his hips, pushing
them as hard as he could, dreaming that he was as deep as he could go in a
boy's tight asshole and enhancing his orgasm. He hugged his pillow as
tightly as he could to his face. "Oh fuuuuck Jamie,"

His orgasm finally subsided, his arms released some of the tension against
his pillow and his hips slowed to a slow movement then stopped entirely as
the rough cloth of his sock was way to harsh against the sensitive
underside of his now, spermed out, cock. He lay there panting as if he'd
run a mile. Waiting to catch his breath he wondered about his last thoughts
and words, the mentioning of Jamie's name and was a little surprised by
that. He smiled to himself and hugged his pillow a little tighter,
pretending that it was the beautiful young boy that he'd met that night.

As promised Ryder called and the boy the following night and they talked
for an hour, ending the call with the agreement to meet the next day to see
Easy Rider at a theater close to where Jamie lived. They were the only
people in the balcony and sat toward the back mostly leaning toward each
other. When one knee touched the other neither boy moved their leg, each
allowing his to rest against the other one. From time to time they leaned
their heads closer to whisper questions or to pass comment on the film and
for a while their arms rested against each other on the armrest between
them. Just before Dennis Hopper's character got shot Jamie reached over and
put his hand on Ryder's forearm, suspecting what was going to happen and
when it did his fingers gripped the older boy. Jamie left his hand where it
was for the rest of the film and for his part Ryder didn't move for fear
the beautiful young teenager would take his hand away. As the credits were
rolling Ryder turned toward Jamie and lay his other hand on top of
Jamie's. Of course Jamie had turned slightly in response.

"You know what Rachel said. I mean about us being a couple." Jamie nodded
his head. "I think I'd like to try that," Ryder said in a soft, sincere
voice.

"I would too," Jamie responded then moved his face into the five inches of
space that separated them and kiss Ryder on the lips. It wasn't a long
kiss, but certainly long enough to get the message across. He backed away
slightly and said quietly, "I'd like that a lot."  This time both boys
tilted their heads and kept their lips together, gently moving their
mouths. Who knows how long it would have lasted or what else might have
happened but the house lights went up and they quickly broke apart. Ryder
noticed that Jamie's breathing seemed a little more rapid, just as his own
heart was beating a little faster. Jamie gulped.

"Wow." Ryder smiled and responded with,

"Amen." The kiss had seemed electric to the boy, Jamie's lips the softest
and sweetest lips he'd ever kissed, not that there had been a lot of them,
but still. Back out on the street Ryder asked, "When can I see you again,"
Jamie said that if Ryder wanted he could come over to his house the next
evening if he wanted to. Ryder asked about Jamie's parents and Jamie
responded saying that it wasn't a problem, they wouldn't bother the
boys. "I'll call you after I get home tonight," Ryder said. Neither boy
wanted to part but Ryder had work that needed to get at the shop so, dying
for another kiss that he couldn't have as they stood out in public,
reluctantly he headed out.

They talked on the phone later that night, their talk much more
personal. There was a lot of "I had such a great time," "being with you is
..." "Kissing you is so incredible." Ryder had made the last statement and
got a tremendous shock because Jamie told him that it was the first time
that he'd ever kissed another boy and was glad that Ryder had been his
first. That led to a discussion about past experiences and of course Jamie
was the vestal virgin while Ryder had "been there and done that". The
conversation ended with Jamie saying that he looked forward to learning
about things from Ryder.

That night while taking his shower before bed Ryder thought back on the
day, kissing Jamie's delectable lips and then the conversation that had
taken place less than 15 minutes before. Jamie had never been with another
boy, or a girl for that matter. Ryder's soapy cock got hard as he washed
his boyhood pride and joy and thinking about being with the beautiful young
boy. He rinsed himself off, adjusted the showerhead to more of a stream
then sat down in the tub and lay back, throwing his legs up over his head
and bringing himself face to face with his cock. The move placed his
asshole directly under the showerhead and with a little maneuvering managed
to get the stream of water directly on his hole. This wasn't the first time
the 15 year old had managed this trick, far from it.

Ryder opened his mouth, raised his head and took his swollen cock head
inside. Ryder suckled himself, running his tongue all over the sensitive
head but over all it wasn't very comfortable. He lowered his legs, got up
and made sure that he was completely soap free then shut things down and
got out. He got enough water off of his sleek body so that he wouldn't drip
then headed to his room, his rock hard cock bobbing in the air in front of
him. Needless to say he had the house to himself at the moment. In his room
he finished drying in front of his full-length mirror, doing it slowly and
taking particular care with all that made him a boy, watching himself in
the mirror while pretending that it was Jamie who was watching him. He
finally draped the towel off of a coat hook on the back of his bedroom door
and went to his bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he bent over. Holding his cock upright he
aimed his smooth face toward it and took it into his mouth. As has been
noted, Ryder was a very athletic boy and that, combined with the size of
his dick, easily afforded him the ability to provide his own
blowjobs. Sucking his own dick was something he generally did at least once
a week, especially if he wasn't seeing anybody at the time. Once his cock
head was trapped inside of his mouth he placed his hands underneath his
thighs and pulled himself down farther, taking a good three inches of thick
teenage cock into his mouth. Ryder bobbed there for a good minute, rising
and lowering again and again, peeling his foreskin back and forth, giving
himself a very credible cock sucking.

As good as it was however, Ryder wanted and needed something a little
more. He laid back and threw his legs back up over his head, just like he
had in the shower. This position offered a variety of things that the
sitting position didn't. First of all it gave him better access to his cock
and the weight of his lower body helped keep his cock within striking
distance without his having to hold himself there. It also allowed him to
move his hips in a more natural fucking motion although it required more
use of his well developed ab muscles or he could use his hands to help out,
another plus. Ryder could easily reach his butt from there so could pull
and push, helping himself to fuck his big cock into his mouth. The
secondary benefits of being able to use his hands was obvious; he fondle
his balls and play with his asshole, in fact, with a little lube he finger
fuck himself as well. He could also lick on his balls and almost get an
entire egg into his mouth.

As soon as his cock was in front of his face the boy reached up and guided
it to his greedy mouth where he licked at the spongy head cleaning off all
of the leaking precum. Once he was done he slipped the head into his mouth
then moved his hands to his butt cheeks and began pulling his waist
downward, shoving his cock deeper into his mouth. Ryder loved sucking his
own cock, although he still loved having it done by another boy, or man
such as Bear.  Often times the boys he was with didn't know how to do it
very well although admittedly there was no such thing as a bad blow job it
was true that some were just plain better than others. Besides not having a
lot of experience, most of the boys he was with didn't have experience with
a cock of his size. Ryder had first sucked his own dick when he was 13,
about Jamie's age, and once he discovered that he could there was little
reason not to do it.

One of the beauties of being able to such his own cock was that Ryder's
fantasies cold work two fold. He could pretend that he was sucking on
Jamie's cock while at the same time pretending that it was the beautiful
blond boy sucking on Ryder's cock. He moved his left hand over an began
pulling on his sac, loving the feel of the soft hairless skin and the orbs
in his hand as he continued to use his mouth to love himself. His hand
finally went back to his but cheek and he began pulling himself down a
little further, pushing his cock head to the back of his mouth toward his
throat muscles. He continued to think about Jamie, about sucking the 13
year old's cock remembering what the boy had said about not having any
experience at kissing which could well mean he'd had no experience at
all. Being Jamie's first lover was enticing as all hell to Ryder, the idea
of taking the young teen to unexplored heights of sexual feeling almost an
aphrodisiac in itself. Ryder began to feel the his bodybuilding toward a
crashing conclusion.

Ryder didn't mind cumming in his own mouth although that depended on how
hot and sexy he was feeling at the time. At that moment the brown-skinned
boy was moving from feeling sexy into a fog of hotness, a stated where he
would do almost anything sexual. One hand moved inward and his fingers
began feeling around his sensitive asshole, examining the wrinkled muscle
and pushing at the opening into his body. He had, on occasion finger fucked
himself both while sucking his cock and not. He liked having something in
his ass although not as much as he liked having his big cock in someone
else's ass. He had considered getting a dildo or some other cock like
object and fucking himself with it while he sucked his own cock but he
hadn't gotten around to it. Those feelings were at their highest when he
was like he was right then, his cock in his mouth and getting close to
cumming. Once he squirted, the idea and desire faded fairly quickly.

It was building, the feelings in his body were intensifying and he knew it
wouldn't be long. The asshole feeling hand slipped down and the finger and
thumb tips took hold of his shaft and he began jacking off as he suckled, a
few times just concentrating his lips on the ultra sensitive flesh of his
cock head. He heard himself moan, deep in his throat as his other hand
continued to pull his ass downward.

All of a sudden he was there; he felt his cock thicken against his lips and
then his mouth was flooded with the warmth of his sperm although much of it
shot straight to the back of his mouth. Before the second squirt his cock
popped out of his mouth and he squirted onto his face, the stream of cum
landing at the edge of his eye in the eyelash and ending about even with
his nostril. Ryder's legs fell but he kept his feet flat on the bed and
thrust his hips up off the bed as squirts 3 and 4 shot out onto his heaving
belly.

Much of the time when Ryder squirted out his sperm he kept his foreskin
back away from the head. He loved watching himself cum, loved seeing his
sperm shoot out, often landing on his upper belly or his chest, leaving
gashes of white that stood out on his brown skin. When his cock went into
the ooze mode he allowed his foreskin to ride back and forth across the
sensitive rim of his swollen cock head, helping to continue the intense
feelings of orgasm.

He let his weight fall onto the bed as he continued a slow stroke, milking
his cock and working to get the sticky residue up and out so that it didn't
leak out later. It wasn't that he minded the spots on his sheets its just
that he didn't care for the cold wet spots.  He finally let go of his dick
but moved the hand downward to cup at his balls, to gently squeeze, tug, or
otherwise molest them as he thought about Jamie an wondered where things
might go. He knew that the boy liked him and that created a whole lot of
good feelings in the 15 year old. On the other hand, given Jamie's age, sex
might seem a little frightening. On yet another hand the boy did comment
that he'd like to learn more things from Ryder and that was a very good
sign indeed.

He finally crawled off of his bed, grabbed his bath towel and cleaned the
cooling cum from his face and torso and thought to himself that the next
time that he saw the beautiful young teen could very well prove to be
interesting. He fell asleep with his arms wrapped around his pillow
thinking about Jamie.